An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 103: The "Strange" Encounter on Train 103
Huo Qingshan settled the elderly Yang Jianze in the hard sleeper section of the train, told him that if he needed anything, he could go to the hard seat carriage in front of them to find them, and then left.

When Huo Qingshan returned to the hard-seat area, he saw Meng Youyou take out a cotton coat from her suitcase, fuss over it a bit, and put it behind her back.

He walked over in a few steps, lifted his briefcase onto the overhead luggage rack, then sat down and reached for her hand.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, there was only one sleeper ticket left when we bought the tickets."

Meng Youyou then started playing with his fingers, "What are you saying? Do you expect me to compete with Grandpa Yang for a sleeper berth? Would I even be human then?"

Huo Qingshan smiled and then asked, "What did the hospital say?"

Meng Youyou pursed her lips slightly, but didn't stop playing with her hands. "The doctor who examined Grandpa said there were no major problems, but his liver and kidney functions were severely deteriorating, and the functions of many other organs were also obviously abnormal. His overall health condition is not very good."

"Yes, do your best and leave the rest to fate. It's enough to do what we can," he said, reaching out to pull the person closer and resting their head on his shoulder.

"Hmm," she responded softly, "Have you contacted Grandpa's family yet?"

"Not yet. We can't find the address that Grandpa provided. It's probably because so many years have passed and things have changed too much. Many places have been undergoing reforms and changes, and there's a lot of population movement."

Once we get there, we'll contact the local household registration department to get a clearer picture of the situation, and then we'll see how to proceed with the search.

……

The train sped along, and the scenery outside the window flashed by like a slideshow.

Unbeknownst to us, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun edged the fields with gold before being swallowed by darkness.

The train was lit by dim lights, blurring the outlines of the passengers as they slept or whispered. Only the train continued its tireless clattering forward into the vast night.

The wheels struck the rails rhythmically, the clanging sound incessant, like a monotonous yet powerful march.

The train swayed gently from time to time, and when it encountered a joint in the rails, it jolted violently, causing the rear to lift off the ground slightly and briefly, with the vibrations shooting up the spine.

At this time, Huo Qingshan would subconsciously turn his head to look at the person sleeping soundly on his shoulder, thankfully not waking up.

The carriage was filled with a complex smell, a mixture of stale leather, pungent smoke, and the smell of food carried by passengers.

Just then, a flight attendant walked by.

Huo Qingshan promptly gestured to stop the person and handed over a small note that he had prepared beforehand.

Above are two lines of strong, powerful penmanship: "Dear train attendant, please keep an eye out for any available sleeper tickets on this train. If so, please let me know immediately, as I need to change my sleeper ticket. Thank you."

After the flight attendant read the words on the note, she was about to speak when she saw the man put his finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

He turned the note over and handed it over, his eyes pleading, as if to say, "Please write something down."

The flight attendant understood immediately, took the pen, and wrote on the paper: "Okay, comrade, I will notify you as soon as a ticket becomes available."

After the person left, Huo Qingshan folded the note and put it in his pocket.

In the middle of the night, Meng Youyou woke up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and then couldn't help but let out a big yawn.

The next second, she saw Huo Qingshan open his eyes.

"Are you still awake or did you just wake up?"

The man replied succinctly, "Asleep."

Meng Youyou leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Excuse me, I need to go out. I need to use the restroom." Huo Qingshan abruptly stood up, took two steps outside, and when he realized that Meng Youyou hadn't followed, he turned around and saw the girl's incredulous expression.

"I need to go to the toilet, are you coming with me?" she asked in a very low voice, expressing her shock.

"The train is a mixed bag of people, it's not safe for you to travel alone."

“Okay,” Meng Youyou conceded.

The two went to the toilet at the back of the carriage, but the door was closed.

In those days, train toilets didn't have modern red and green latches; you had to knock to see if anyone was inside.

Meng Youyou knocked on the door, but no one answered. When she tried to push the door open, she couldn't get it open no matter what she did.

She muttered to herself, "Could the door be broken?"

She turned to the man a few steps away and said, "This door won't open, it's probably broken. Let's go to the toilet in the next carriage."

The man nodded.

Just then, a loud "bang" came from the toilet. The sound wasn't actually that loud, and it was even less noticeable amidst the continuous clattering of the wheels and rails.

Almost instinctively, Huo Qingshan stopped abruptly as he was about to take a step forward. He calmly beckoned Meng Youyou to come over.

After she reached her position, he placed his index finger to her lips to signal her not to speak.

He then walked slowly to the door, deliberately making his steps very light.

He slowly approached the crack in the door, and a faint but somewhat pungent smell wafted out from the gap. He sniffed lightly; he had smelled this smell once before, ten days ago, on the night he led his team to raid the drug manufacturing plant.

After confirming, he calmly returned to Meng Youyou's side. Seeing her tense expression, he took her right hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

He then opened her right hand and began to write on her palm with his fingertips.

Stroke by stroke—Don't panic, listen to my instructions. Now, go to the middle of the train and find at least two train police officers. Remember to bring your guns.

Meng Youyou stared intently at the man's fingers as he wrote on her palm. When he finished writing the last word, she looked up and met his gaze.

Their eyes met in the dimly lit corridor of the train car.

She saw unwavering steadfastness in his eyes, but he saw no fear in hers.

Meng Youyou gazed into the deep, dark eyes opposite her, and without hesitation, she nodded immediately.

Then he grabbed his palm and quickly wrote a few words: "Be careful, wait for me to come back."

After letting go of his hand, she left without looking back, carrying with her unwavering courage.

After Meng Youyou calmly crossed a carriage, she naturally increased her speed.

The train police officers' work area is usually located in the middle of the train, and the carriage they are currently in is near the rear of the train.

Fortunately, as Meng Youyou approached the middle of the train, she encountered two train police officers who were patrolling together.

Meng Youyou also saw the pistols they had on their waists.

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